I feel like standing in the middle of a crowded place and screaming, at the top of my lungs, until my throat burns, until I can't scream anymore. I ... Who am I? And what am I doing fooling around with married men? Because that's what it was, fooling around. There wasn't any sex, although we were naked. But it's what I wanted after all, wasn't it? It's what I was after. But I wasn't after the married man, just the sex. And I didn't get it anyway. But you would think I did because of the way M and I are acting.

"Question." "Yes?" "Are things better left unsaid?" "(pause) Yes. Well, it depends on the circumstances....."

And the worst thing I could do right now would be to fall for him, but the thing is I don't feel like I like him, I don't feel the attraction that way. I just want to fuck him. It sounds harsh doesn't it?

Just knowing that I am that woman, the unscrupulous one, the woman who would sleep with a married man. Knowing that I had no regard for potentially destroying a marriage, everything that was built between two people. I was in her home! In her privacy, in her bathroom, amongst her things. With her husband. How much lower can I get? How much more dirtier and shameful than I feel right now?